#then it’s time for her baby’s 3 year wellness checkup so she takes her to her new pediatrician

[baekhyunsbestie]

hi author-nim! can you write a baekhyun fic wherein he's a pediatrician and oc is his ex, then they meet again when oc brought her (their) child for a check-up? baekhyun doesn't know they had a child smth like that. thank you so much in advance, and I love your stories so muchh 🤧🫶

aw, hi love! you're so sweet, thank you for loving my stories <3 and you can just call me lisa hehe :') but omg YES! i’m on it, babyyyyyy

[divinesolas]

Can you write cregan x reader where the cregan's son calls the reader mother for the first time it's very emotional because she hasn't been able to get pregnant.

c.w: inaccurate tl of events, slight angst, fluff, not proofread, drabble !

a.n: this was such a cute little thing to write as i take a break from my more angsty, enemies to lovers slow burn fics 😭😭 tysm for the request <3

Your hands hurt. You’re sure you have probably over ten splinters in your hands, some of your fingers are covered in bandages and you feel like your fingers are stuck in place from how long you had been working on it but it was worth it.

The way his face lit up when you presented it to him for his nameday. He grabbed it from your hands eagerly and held it up closer to his face to admire it. “Its a direwolf!” You bend down to be eye level with the young rickon.

He was not your birth son, you were not cregan’s first wife. Arra was his birth mother who died on her birthing bed, but you met cregan years after he had healed from the loss and he quickly became infatuated with you, asking for your hand and you were married when rickon was five.

You loved the boy like he was your own, you would sit and read to him, you would play with him when cregan was too busy. He was adorable, having rickon in your life made you want to have more kids. It had been a struggle, its been over a year since you and cregan have been trying for a child and nothing.

You cried a lot, whenever you would leave the checkups from the maesters and shake your head it breaks your heart too see cregans face. You feel terrible and all you want is to have children. If rickon is truly the only child you end up having you would be content, as rickon is such a sweet child but your heart did long for more.

“Yes it is, Happy nameday sweetie.” You place your hand affectionately on his cheek and he beams at you, wrapping his arms around your neck. “Thank you mama.”

You freeze as you feel him grinning into your neck. mama. He’s never called you that before. He knows you're not his mother, He has always just called your name, or at least he tried to, coming up with a strange combination of sounds. But never anything paternal.

You feel you eyes well up with tears as you wrap your arms around him tightly, pressing a kiss into his curly hair. “I love you.” “I love you too mama.”

You look up at the door when it opens, seeing cregan look upon to the two of with alarm at your tear covered face. “Is something wrong?”

Rickon escapes your grip and turns to his father with a grin, obviously to the amount of joy he’s caused you, holding up the wooden toy you had hand carved. “Look what mama gave me!”

Cregan looks at you and takes a deep breath, “Yes it is wonderful, have you thanked your mama?” “yes papa, can i go play?” Cregan nods and rickon turns to you, giving you a wave before he runs out the room with a giggle.

You sniffle as cregan comes to sit on the floor next to you. “He calls you mama.” You laugh as a smile graces your face, “I am so happy, i love him like he is my own.” Cregan cups your face and brushes your tears off your face. “One day we will have more i promise you.”

“You say that as if it is your fault.” “You believe it to be yours?” “Why would it not be my fault? The baby would sit in my womb, it is nobodies fault other than my own.” He presses one of his palms against your stomach and kisses your cheek. “We will keep trying my love.”

[shesmyboot]

Baby Severide - Chapter 1: Growing an Entire Human

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader Summary: When Kelly accompanies you to an OB appointment, the doctor brings some unexpected news.

Words: 1,569

Warnings: Doctors appointments, not great writing

Read on Ao3 here

Notes: The first chapter of a few. The entire fic isn’t quite done yet. Honestly, I wrote this for me, so if you like it, great, let me know. If not, great too, just don’t tell me. Medical info and such may not be right, sorry :) tagging some friends and mutuals as to celebrate my return to writing

Next Chapters: Chapter 2

Tags: @morganupstead @district447 @mustprotectmattcaseyatallcosts

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“Hey babe, you home?” Kelly called for you as he opened the apartment door.

“Hey I’m here,” you sighed as you chuckled softly.

“How are my two favourite girls doing?” He asked, setting his duffel bag on the floor before coming to snuggle up with you on the couch. 

“We’re ok, feeling like a beached whale though, baby.” 

“We are in the home stretch. Take it easy these last few weeks.”

“Oh we’re taking it easy all right. I sat on this couch all day and did nothing, but watch The Bachelor,” you laughed, “how was shift?”

“A car wreck, nothing major. Then I came home early for you,” he leaned over and gave you a peck on the lips before getting up from the couch.

“Where are you going?” You gave Kelly your best puppy dog eyes.

“Well I thought I was going to shower,” he chuckled.

“Can you get me some water and a snack?” 

“What about water and some breakfast?”

“Oh, the baby could really use some of your bacon and french toast.”

“You sit here, I’ll make us some french toast.”

“Don’t forget the bacon,” you teased as he went to the kitchen to start preparing your feast.

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“Breakfast on the couch or the table?” Kelly called, plates clanging in the background.

“How about from our bed?” You laughed back, “I’ve had a long day.”

“You’re growing an entire human, that’s a long enough day as it is without you having to work from home too,” he brought the plates to your night stands and came back for you. 

You got up from the couch with his help and started to waddle over to the bed. 

“Hopefully only another few hours of working from home,” you sighed, getting under the quilt your mom made you as a wedding gift. 

“Heard from the doctor yet?” He asked, sliding into the bed with a coffee in his hand. 

“Called this morning. She got a cancellation for this afternoon at 3 to do another ultrasound and checkup so I don’t have go by myself,” you replied, digging into your stack of french toast. 

“Our daughter is the luckiest,” he leaned down to kiss your belly. 

“With your as her daddy, I have no doubt,” you moved your plate to your night stand and rested your head on his shoulder. 

“As of now, I’ll only be away for one more shift before she’s born.”

“How long is Boden giving you for paternity leave?”

“I’m only going to take six weeks. Then I’m gonna use up some furlough, so I’ll be off with you for about eight weeks.”

“I thought you had more time saved up.”

“I get 12 weeks every two years. If we have more kids, I want to have the time to be off both times, baby.”

“I don’t know if I want them that close together though,” you laughed. 

“Never know. We didn’t expect this one.”

“That’s true I guess. Hey, what time is it?”

“1:28, why?”

“I have a call at 1:30.”

“What do you need for it?”

“Just my laptop and AirPods.”

“I’ll grab them for you quick.”

He walked across the bedroom to the desk and brought you your things to start your call. He wondered out of the room so you could present in peace. 

Kelly walked back into your bedroom near the end of your call. You were just saying goodbye to some coworkers since your maternity leave officially started as soon as your call was finished. You closed your laptop and put it to the side.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“One thing first,” you smiled.

“Which is…?”

“Can you tie my shoes please?” You laughed.

“Of course, but let’s get going. I haven’t seen the baby in a couple months.”

“I know, I know, my shoes are on the floor by the door.”

“Let’s get you up then, we’ve got to go.”

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As you pulled up to the doctor’s office, a flutter of excitement filled your heart. Walking into the office, you always dreaded that the OB’s office was on the second floor. You had a seat and waited your turn. Kelly always made sure you were there early after all. 

“Mrs Severide?” A nurse called.

You stood up and Kelly held your hand into the exam room. 

“There’s a gown on the bed with a blanket. Please put the gown on, the doctor will be in soon,” 

“Thank you,” Kelly smiled.

The nurse left the room and you stood by the bed. Kelly sitting in the chair by your side. You started to change and your husband tied the sides of your gown together for you. He helped you onto the bed, draping the blanket over your legs and belly.

There was a knock on the door, “Hi, it’s Dr Calhoun.”

“Come in,” you answered.

Dr. Calhoun closed the door behind her as she came into the exam room. 

“How are the parents-to-be feeling today?” She asked.

“A little wobbly, but happy to finally be on maternity leave,” you laughed.

“And how are you feeling, Kelly?” 

“A little nervous, but excited,” he replied.

“Any concerns with the pregnancy since we last saw you? From either of you?” Dr Calhoun asked, pulling up your chart on the computer.

“Nothing that I’ve noticed. Just really tired,” you replied.

“That is to be expected, you’re in the home stretch.”

“Kelly said the same thing,” you laughed, “it does help my case of getting him to cook for me when he’s not on shift though.”

“Sounds like you’re doing well then,” she laughed, “let’s take a look at this baby girl.”

She pulled the ultrasound wand and gel out. Kelly held your hand.

“It’s gonna be a little cold, I’m sorry,” she announced. 

She squirted the gel onto your belly and flicked the machine on. Swirling the wand around your belly, she turned the screen so you could see the image.

“She’s bigger than the last time I’ve seen her,” Kelly laughed, kissing your hand. 

“She has grown a lot in the last month or two,” you smiled, “how’s she looking?”

“Active and growing well. Do you mind if I ask you guys something?” Dr Calhoun asked.

“Sure, is something wrong?” Kelly asked.

“Not at all. How big were you both when you were born?” She replied.

“I believe I was just under seven pounds, and I think Kelly’s mom said he was over 9 pounds. Why?” You replied.

“Your daughter is measuring larger than what we had originally thought. Almost nine and a half pounds. I’m worried about the risk of shoulder dystocia, and I’m thinking it may be easier on you and your baby if you opted for a c-section in the next week or two. A c-section isn’t an easier way out though and the recovery may be difficult.”

“But I’m only 36 weeks, shouldn’t we let her mature a little more?”

“Given her size already, she should be okay to deliver even tomorrow.”

“Kelly still has another shift left before he’s on leave. I don’t think I’m-“ you were starting to shift around on the bed.

“Babe, I’ll take some more furlough. It’ll be okay. Let’s just focus on you and the baby right now,” Kelly stroked your hair, “we’ll be okay.”

“Your baby has grown very well. I am not as worried about her progression as I am about your ability to recover and your baby’s risk of complications. I’ll give you a minute,” Dr Calhoun replied, walking towards the door, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She closed the door behind her and tears filled your eyes. 

“What do you think we should do?” Kelly asked.

“If the doctor thinks this is what’s best, I think we should do it,” you wiped the tears from your eyes. 

“I’m sorry I make such big babies,” he laughed, rubbing your belly.

“Just means we get to meet her sooner. I think we should do this.” 

“When do you want to schedule it?”

“After your next shift. Make sure you don’t have to take any more time off.”

“I would happily take more time off for you and our little girl.”

“Thank you,” your eyes started to swell with tears of joy. 

“Knock knock,” Dr Calhoun said, entering the exam room, “have you made a decision or would you like more time?”

“I think we’ve made a decision,” you smiled, “let’s do this as soon as possible.”

“Okay, I’ll leave some paperwork with the nurse at the desk. She’ll get you booked in and give you some instructions. See you both soon. Rest up. Oh and, as always, give us a call if something happens or if you have questions.”

“Thank you Doctor Calhoun.”

Dr Calhoun left the exam room and Kelly helped you change. You made your way to the front desk and booked your c-section. Saturday at 11:30am. Two days away.

Leaving the office, you felt excited. As Kelly started to drive you home, you noticed he seemed excited, but nervous.

“Hey, do you want to stop by 51 on our way home?” You asked, “to tell them the news?”

“Do you mind?” 

“Not at all. Then it gives you a chance to talk to Boden.”

Kelly made a u-turn back in the direction of the firehouse. You were only a few minutes away. He smiled from ear to ear as you pulled up. 

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Hiiii can I request mercy x Fem reader that is refusing to get treated from mercy even though she is really sick and falling around? Maybe she's scared or smth, thank youuuu

I'm back from the dead LMAOO but I missed you guys! A break helped me clear up my head a bit :) but I'm here to deliver a fic for my fav girl <3

"Rest Now, Liebe"

You couldn't tell if it was just Monday blues or the fact it was 04:30 in the morning but...you felt like shit. Looking over you saw your sleeping angel next to you. As much as you didn't want to wake her up, it was time for work. Your throat was feeling sore already...but you'll be fine, you can walk it off.

Though you and Angela work in two different areas of the overwatch base, she still makes her rounds around to make sure you're alright. Her lunchbreak was her favorite since she got to spend an hour with you.

Angela did notice your sluggish movements you were getting ready this morning. Yes, you both get up early, but this has been your morning routine for the 2 years you've been together. You stopped having trouble waking up early after staying with her for the first few months. As your girlfriend she was worried about you, but as your doctor, she could tell you weren't feeling good.

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As soon her wall clock hit 12:00, she got up and went to the mini fridge and grabbed the salad she packed herself the morning. She went to her door sign and flipped it so it would read "The doctor is out! Please come check again in an hour!". She looked at the sign and smiled, you had actually gotten her it as a small part of her birthday gift a while ago.

She went to your usual meet up spot which is a little bench outside by the training rooms, the place where she first met you. Angela saw you already sitting there, slouching a bit. She always scolds you on your posture, sometimes she'll poke fun and say you're her "little shrimp" from how you're sitting. When she got closer, you looked at her with a tired smile, "Hey babe, how is work so far?" you asked, voice sounding nasally.

"I'm fine meine liebe, but are you? You sound sick...Are you feeling okay?" She asked, placing the back of her hand on your forehead. You were definitely burning up. "Oh honey...Let's go to my office, yes? You need to rest," she stated, and you shook your head, "I'm okay! You don't have to worry about me baby," you said, taking her hand off your head and giving her knuckles a kiss. It's a cute gesture to Angela, but Dr.Ziegler hated germs and sickness.

"Well...If you're so fine, then let's walk back to my office and I'll give you a checkup just to make sure you're okay," she said, taking you by the hand and helping you up. You nodded and started walking back with her. Immediately she noticed you quickly out of breath just by standing up. She started to talk about something, but you couldn't really focus on her talking, you just wanted to go lay down in her office. You closed your eyes to try and help you focus, but you ended just stumbling forward and falling on your hands and knees.

Angela gasped and immediately helped you up, "That's it! You're staying in my office for the rest of the day. And you will be taking the rest of the week off! I'll let everyone know so they don't come and bother you with training or mission!" she said, putting your arm around her neck and helping you walk with her, "Nooo, I'm fine! I promise!" you whined.

The both of you made it inside, your girlfriend was basically dragging you at this point. Angela huffed as she saw Genji at her door, "Hey Angela can you hea-"

"Not now Genji!" she yelled, opening her door and bringing you inside. Angela brought you to the nearest medical bed and laid you down. She started to grab medicine and her medical tools. You don't if your sickness it getting to your brain, but it seemed like everything was going in and out and everything was moving so fast.

Angela took your temperature, placed a wet rag on your burning forehead, and fed you your food from earlier so she would be able to give you medicine. She took your food, your favorite she may add, and fork and started to feed you. You slowly ate but at some point, you started gagging, "Okay, I'm done eating..." you pushed the fork away from you. "Oh, meine liebe, my poor baby," she whispered, kissing your cheek. You mustn't be feeling good at all if you're not eating your favorite food.

You whined, "Angie...I wanna go home and be in our own bed..." She gave you a sad smile, "I know you do, but you need to lay down for now," she whispered, brushing your hair out of your face. "Rest now liebe, whenever it's time to go home I will wake up..."

You nodded, feeling yourself slip into sleep slowly. Angela watched over you as you slept, occasionally kissing your cheek and knuckles. She then looked up at the clock.

13:00

She sighed, getting up and going to her door and flipping her sign to read, "The doctor is in!" She looked over and saw Genji sitting on the waiting chairs outside her office. He smiled at her and she sighed, "Come in Genji, what happened this time?" As he was explaining what happened, she felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

She wished it was time to go home with you.

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[toomuchracket]

if d word girlie got pregnant in august (?) does that mean she had the baby during tour? since it wraps sometime next year. or do you think right after tour wraps? i’m so obsessed with the thought of the guys (and mrs. mac) of course checking up in her (especially in the later months of her pregnancy when she can no longer fly out to shows.) and maybe mrs. mac visiting her after labor.

bonus thought, but wondering how d word girlie/matty would tell the band she’s pregnant while they’re on tour, and how they would balance doctor’s appointments (and mattys reacting to the first sonogram.)

mathematically, baby would be due at the beginning of may, so a month and a bit after tour ends! which is good, because it gives you and matty time to nest a lil before she gets here; well, matty, because you'd definitely stay at home after the uk leg of tour and just rely on your fam and his fam and carly and mrs mac (and charli, if she's around) and your friends to keep an eye on you. he's reluctant to leave you, but it's only for a few weeks, and things are going well with you and baba - he's constantly calling you, mind, just to be sure you're alright. but he's SO excited to be a dad, it's quite adorable. and the boys are all excited for you too! george especially keeps a really close eye on you during the final section of tour you're allowed to be on, i think - he's very protective and supportive of matty, and that extends to him being hell-bent on protecting and supporting matty's family (who are basically also his family) too :(( and i think g is also very good at stopping matty from being too overbearing with you while he's trying to make sure you're comfy and safe, which you're very grateful for. mrs mac also, like you said, checks in on you all the time; she's been through it all before, having babies, so she and carly are really wonderful people to have around to keep you sane lmao. and their babies are just the sweetest, so hyped to meet their baby cousin, constantly hugging you and drawing you pictures and sharing sweets with you "to feed the baby!" lmfao.

in terms of telling everyone... maybe you organise a big dinner one night for all the crew and the band and whatnot, and that's when you tell them! actually, i think you have to tell george before that - he's the only one in the band who doesn't know (but he doesn't know that), and you tell him over brunch one morning and get emo at the way he and matty hug and cry to each other lmao. i also reckon you tell your families before the crew find out - maybe you fly them out for the shows in nyc and tell them over dinner, too? but yeah. everyone's really happy for you, which is sweet. and re. doctor's appointments... idk how it works, given your gp's on a whole other continent at the start of the pregnancy, but i'm convinced matty would without question or complaint take red eye flights back to london with you for checkups when you're due them - he would also without doubt cry his eyes out at the scans and getting to hear the heartbeat, and proper squeeze and kiss your hand like "that's our baby, sweetheart", and tell you he loves you like every 5 seconds lol. it's a lot, but it's all very sweet <3

[bexisanidiot]

Bee lore bc yes- (and I'm bored asf and made some changes, there's a lot)

TWs: grape, trafficking, mention of alcoholism

Bee's birthday is May 23rd, 1958 and her real full name is "Pheonix Vera Oh" bc she was adopted by Zero as an infant after her and Mantis' mom gave her away (she was forced to since she had Bee pretty young). Bee never really talked at all till she was 11 years old, she mostly only made weird screeching or hooting noises. Her powers still kicked in when she was 4 years old and ended up bursting into flames and screaming her head off because it randomly got extremely loud. (Imagine walking in and your adopted daughter is screaming at the top of her lungs while she's on fire laying and rolling on the floor😭)

She was eventually put out then was completely fine, no burns no nothing. So bc of it they started running tests on her and shit, mostly just a brain surgery and random checkups. She was given to The Boss to hopefully get a better understanding of her abilities bc the COBRA unit is mfs with special abilities like her. But after operation Snaker Eater, Zero had Bee meet her real parents and her mother decided to take her back but let her continue visiting Zero. The relationship between Bee and her bio parents was awkward especially because she was a freak, her mom understood Bee pretty well and was the nicest person to her. Dad kinda just ignored her existence unless something was needed or whatever. So that's when her name was changed to "Svetlana Vera Rebenok" (or whatever last name her parents had) for possibly safety reasons.

She didn't do much as a kid, kinda just hung around and ofc didn't speak at all. There were times she was caught digging into the trash for anything metal or glass or even aluminum, hiding in the woods and climbing trees next to owls nest to the point the owls just became chill with her being there like she was one of them in a way. Her eyes glow brightly from built up energy so she probably scared a bunch of other kids and in result of it she didn't have any friends other than birds (or any stray animal she came across). I wouldn't be surprised if she came home with a raccoon, opossum, or even a whole owl in her hands or following her along with have rusty cans or nails and broken glass in her pockets.

I imagine she was there for when Mantis was born and witnessed their mom die so it fucked her up good, she was there for Mantis for a little while till early or mid 1973 when she left for Vietnam thinking she could take war, she could not. She got 10x more fucked up within 2 to 3 months. In Vietnam she was burned by napalm and been captured by American soliders where she was taken advantage of while knocked out and nearly sold to human trafficking, she eventually discovered what was being done to her and she snapped then killed them all using her powers and stole one of their uniforms. When brought to Zero they had discovered one of the soliders have impregnated her but when the baby was born it was immediately put up for adoption. When she went back to Russia she decided to continue taking care of Mantis so there's a high chance she wasn’t involved in peacewalker or ground zeros. At some point after Zero became very sick then brain dead along with discovering Paz's death, she developed a cocaine addiction along with a group of friends and out of an episode of being high off her ass she had her twin sons "Alan David Morozov" and "Luke Viktor Morozov" on February 28th, 1979. Eventually she met Quiet sometime after the twins were born and became sober with Quiet's help. In 1983, Bee had a daughter named, "Irina Pacifica Baranov" out of denial of being a lesbian but she later came to terms with it. Irina's father died in the events of 1984 in the Cyprus hospital as an XOF soldier. Bee had joined XOF around the same time as Quiet has. Her original intentions in XOF was to betray Skull Face and kill him herself, but it turned into her being posted as a spy at Diamond dogs as Quiet was posted to spread the parasite. However, Bee commonly spilled everything to Ocelot and Miller even though her and Miller had a strong disliking to eachother (mostly on Miller's end). However when Quiet went MIA, so did Bee. At this point Bee has discovered what has happened to her and Mantis' village and learned that Mantis was the floating boy so naturally she went go hunt him down in Africa to reunite with him and take him to the USA with her, Quiet, and her 3 kids.

At some point when Mantis ran off to join the KGB, Bee went off to join FOXHOUND and the CIA as well around the same time. She was a double agent for the CIA and FOXHOUND. However when Mantis joined FOXHOUND along side her, she was absolutely pissed and ended up lying to the CIA about some stuff to hopefully keep Mantis at least a little bit safer (how did that turn out Bee? Hm?).

After the Shadow Moses Incident she basically disappeared for a few years, turned out she was in the UK maintaining the Cipher base. She finally left the UK in 2012 and went to visit the US to be with family and finally personally met her grandkids and Luke's (at the time) boyfriend, and overall caught up with a bunch of other things that she missed out on. Possibly reunited with old friends as well if any lived passed Shadow Moses.

In 2018 when Zero finally died, Bee took the full legal mantle of Cipher along with his position within the CIA and any other groups he was in.

She became a great grandmother in 2020 through her son Alan. And became a grandmother to Luke and his now husband's adopted son and daughter around the same time frame.

Bee now as of 2023 is Cipher and technically the last remaining patriot other than the AIs until she dies at 115 in 2073.

Extra notes:

Due to Bee's relationship with Quiet, Bee has inherited the parasite but it does not affect her vocal cords for an unknown reason but it does repair any damaged tissue. Her liver and kidneys for example due to the fact is an alcoholic. Yes she has the parasite flare but doesn't use it as often as Quiet does.

After Solid Snake's retirement, Bee has hunted down Solid Snake and killed him herself, keeping his bandana and even teeth.

Yes, she keeps people's teeth. If she killed someone there is a high chance she collected their teeth and dogtags.

She (almost) has always had a small explosive located in her lower spine but if it is remove there is a possibility she will never walk again since it has become a part of her skeleton at this point. It'll only go off if a certain amount of pressure is pressed up on it or if her back breaks. It can also be activated by built up gasses after death.

Due to her ability of being able to burst into flames, her body temperature is higher than the average person so she is able to be in Alaska or certain cold environments fairly fine until she uses that ability. If she uses the ability she'll fall asleep and become extremely cold (to her anyways), making her extremely vulnerable. YES HER SUITS/OUTFITS ARE FIREPROOF YOU PERVERTS(/playfully but also seriously).

However due to her special fire ability, she can heat stroke faster than the average person.

[rollercoasterwords]

hiya hiya hello !! no. 19 for the siken prompt game please <3

hello hello hello i love this one!!

19. i take off my hands and i give them to you.

from this prompt list!

ok u are going 2 have 2 bear with me for this the idea JUST popped into my head but it is a rarepair emmeline/alice:

hate doesn't heal, but it calcifies. that's the one thing emmeline's learned, after fifteen years of hospital visits. she can walk through the door to the janus thickey ward time after time after time and still feel the vitriol like an old break. like a bone healed wrong. something that aches when it rains.

"hello, alice," she whispers, and alice stares at the ceiling, eyes as cloudless and blank as a summer day. emmeline lifts a hand, smooths a lock of hair from her face. alice blinks, and emmeline closes her eyes and tries to remember the spilled-water sound of alice's voice, of her accent, of the way she'd say hello.

"oh! healer vance--we weren't expecting you today."

emmeline sighs. opens her eyes. turns to face the nurse.

"sorry," she says, with an easy smile, "i've had a new development in my research. something i wanted to try."

"oh, is that so?" the nurse smiles encouragingly, moving towards the door, "shall i fetch mr. longbottom, then? he's just in a routine checkup, but we can always reschedule..."

and there it is--the old, familiar ache of hate. it still surprises emmeline, her body's determination to cling to bitterness.

"no--that's alright. alice and i will be fine here for now."

the nurse nods, smiles, moves towards the door.

"well, you just let me know if you need anything. i'll be right down the hall."

emmeline nods, and turns back to alice as she listens to the door shut. once they're alone, she releases a breath.

"well then, love," she whispers, lifting a hand once more to stroke gently over the soft contours of alice's face, "let's get started, shall we?"

the magic is complex, precise, finicky--the sort of thing that requires immense concentration, unwavering control. emmeline has been studying and practicing mind-healing for years, and even so she finds her hands trembling, fingers cramping where they're locked around her wand. but she doesn't stop.

she never stops.

one day, it will finally work. one day, the years spent toiling over research will finally pay off, and she'll press her wand to alice's temple and whisper the magic words and watch the light bleed back into her eyes. and she'll throw her arms around alice and cry until she can't breathe and alice will hug her back and stroke her hair and say in that fond, bemused way of hers,

what's all the fuss about, then?

but not today.

today, like every other day, emmeline casts until her hands shake, until she can no longer hold her wand steady. she drops her arms into her lap, and alice stares out the window, giving no indication that she's even aware of emmeline's presence at all. emmeline tries very hard not to feel like a stupid girl in a blue dress, holding a bouquet of baby's breath and forcing her face to hold a smile as she watches alice fall to earth through the church doors like a shooting star, like a snowstorm, like the most perfect breath of a spring breeze. she tries not to feel invisible and foolish, a girl watching the only thing she's ever loved walk down the aisle in a veil, smiling so hard her teeth might crack, proclaiming her love until death do us part.

it would take more than death, for emmeline. if alice could only have seen her, there's not a force in the universe that would have wrenched them apart. emmeline would crawl out of any grave the world could dig and right back into alice's arms; she would pour the blood back into her wounds and stitch herself shut and love alice forever, in death and in life, in sickness and in health and in war.

but alice never looked.

alice never saw.

emmeline died a slow death in a blue dress, and alice kissed frank longbottom and took his last name.

and look where it got her--dragged into a war. dragged into a mother. dragged into a prophecy and then back out, dragged into the funerals of all their friends, dragged into the basement of a death eater's house, dragged into the crucio, crucio, crucio--

emmeline knows that she isn't being fair.

emmeline knows that she shouldn't hate frank, that what he took from her was never even hers to begin with, that the war was just as much alice's crusade as his. she knows that alice was never one to be dragged, that she was her own joan of arc, a martyr and a hero and teenage girl jumping headfirst into a battleground because she truly believed she could make a difference.

still, when the nurse asks,

"do you want me to fetch mr. longbottom, see if it works on him?"

emmeline shakes her head.

"no," she says, "that's enough for today. back to the drawing board, i'm afraid."

she leaves the janus thickey ward. she returns to her lab. she researches, she experiments, she adjusts her calculations. she returns to alice, time after time after time, telling herself every day that this time something will change. this time something will be different.

at night, she goes to bed with aching hands.

[00katrinka00]

Decades Challenge 1890s Update #4

TW: Mention of murder and stillbirth. I understand those may be sensitive topic for some.

A few days had passed since Josephine had visited the market and gotten seeds from Theo. Cynthia had officially entered the third trimester of her pregnancy and because she had been having a difficult pregnancy, Daniel had called the doctor over for a checkup.

"And you're certain everything seems fine Dr. Landcaster?" Josephine asked the doctor for the third time.

"Yes yes, Ms. Williams," the doctor chuckled. "As long as your sister-in-law continues to rest and take it easy for the final months of her pregnancy, I have no doubt that she and the baby will remain perfectly healthy."

Josephine let out a sigh of relief. What she didn't want to admit out loud was that she couldn't wait for Cynthia to give birth. Once the baby was here Cynthia would take over childcare duties meaning Josephine would have less work to do. "Thank you for coming doctor," Josephine smiled as the doctor continues to pack up his things.

"You need not continue to fret over me, Josephine," Cynthia said. "I am a grown woman; I know what I can and cannot handle."

"You are very fortunate to have family who care about your well-being Mrs. Williams," the doctor reminded her.

"That I am," Cynthia grinned.

"May I ask you a bit of a personal question?" Josephine questioned Cynthia once the doctor had left. She had so many questions, especially after seeing how Daniel had neglected to show up for Cynthia's doctor's appointment. "It's not necessarily a polite question."

"Go right ahead," Cynthia assured her.

"Why did you marry my brother?" Josephine asked. "He's rarely affectionate with you, and he's always gone, barely making time for you or for Kenneth. He scheduled your doctor's appointment today but then never bothered to show up. Is he even concerned with your health?"

"He's quite busy with work, running your father's publishing company isn't easy for him," Cynthia reminded. Josephine.

"My father always made time for me," Josephine told her. "He always made sure to sit and eat breakfast with me, then he'd always come home in time for us to sit and eat supper together, then in the evenings we would play games like chess and just talk about our days. Daniel doesn't even bother to say goodnight to Kenneth."

Cynthia sighed, "If I'm completely honest, my parents gave me two choices when I turned 18. I could marry Daniel, who was only a few years older than I was and set to inherit his father's wealth once he died, or I could have married Walter Harte. A man approaching 50, who at the time had already gone through 3 wives. Sure Mr. Harte was wealthy, the wealthiest man in Willow Creek in fact, but I couldn't get passed all the rumors surrounding him and Daniel was much closer to my age."

"What rumors surround Mr. Harte?" Josephine asked curiously.

Cynthia hesitated, "I don't know if it would be wise for me to tell you."

"You can't just tell me there are rumors surrounding the richest man in town but then refuse to tell me what these rumors are!" Josephine exclaimed clearly intrigued.

"Oh, all right," Cynthia sighed. "There are rumors that Walter Harte has a tendency to murder his wives if they do not give birth to sons, and then he will murder his daughters as well."

"That cannot be true," Josephine said is disbelief. "No man would murder his own wife and children."

"Mr. Harte's first wife had his eldest sons, Timmothy and Jared. Upon the birth of their third child his wife died during childbirth and gave birth to a stillborn baby," Cynthia explained. "His second wife also died during childbirth after giving birth to another stillborn. His third wife had their third son, Gregory. She died under different circumstances, and nobody is really certain what happened. He did marry a fourth women around the same time I married Daniel. She gave birth to Mr. Harte's third son Duncan, but then she also died during childbirth after having another stillborn. Of course, nobody knows for certain the sex of each of Mr. Harte's stillborn children."

"That's crazy," Josephine said. "I don't want to believe it, but at the same time what is the likelihood of three out of his 4 wives dying during childbirth and having stillbirths. It's too much of a coincidence, is there anything the sheriff's department can do?"

"Unfortunately, no, his wives were all declared dead by childbirth," Cynthia told her. "The Sheriff's department has no reason to suspect Mr. Harte of any wrongdoing."

"I certainly hope he isn't looking to get married again. I'd be terrified if I were forced to marry him," Josephine admitted then a thought occurred to her. "Daniel won't force me to marry Mr. Harte when I turn 18 will he?"

"Unlikely," Cynthia replied. "He will most likely marry one of the girls this year, so you should be in the clear. I also cannot see Daniel forcing you into marriage with anyone."

"I could," Josephine trailed off and a silence passed between the both of them. Finally, Josephine decided to say, "I just want to marry for love. Although I do not remember much of her, my father loved my mother so very much. He talked about her constantly until the day he died. I want a man to love me that much."

"Someone like Theodore Alden?" Cynthia teased.

"What?" Josephine exclaimed in a panic. "No, any man. Theo and I are just friends."

"Theo?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow at her. "Typically, boys do not give you hundreds of simoleons worth of seed packets for free if they do not wish to court you. Shall we expect Mr. Alden to declare his intentions one of these days?"

"Absolutely not, we're just friends," Josephine assured Cynthia. "He brought me a book, and we are to discuss it at the picnic later this afternoon. He talks to me about mathematics and science, and he does not treat me as though I am not smart. He does not talk down to me in the typical way that men do. He speaks to me like an equal, which is how it should be, women should be equal to men."

"I agree with you there," Cynthia admitted.

Meanwhile, over at the Alden residence, Theo had gotten into a pretty big argument with his father over the missing seed packets from the other day.

"Father, you don't understand," Theo was trying to explain. "Josie is a friend of mine, I was trying to do something nice for her. A good deed, if you will, you and mother are always telling us how important it is to help other people."

"You will refer to her as Ms. Williams, that nickname is far too improper to use for a girl you aren't even courting," Benjamin Alden angerly explained to his son. "And you are correct your mother and I do encourage you children to help out your neighbors, but that does not mee you give them hundreds of simoleons worth of inventory from my shop!"

"I'm certain if you go speak with Daniel Williams and explain the situation, he'd be sure to pay you," Theo tried to calm his father down. There was a level of rage he knew never to cross with his father, and he was getting rather close to hitting that level today.

"I WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" Benjamin yelled. "Do you know how embarrassing that would be? I cannot, what's done is done, but you will be punished for your actions."

"My apologies-" Theo tried to say.

"You will no longer be trusted to run the shop whilst I am away," Benjamin began. "You will also not be allowed to leave the house for anything other than school. No library, no bookstore, and certainly no visiting the Williams girl next door."

"But father, the picnic is today and-"

"You will not be attending the picnic today," Benjamin assured his son. "Instead, I expect you to stay home and clean, every inch of this house. I want it to be spotless when your mother, sister and I return."

"I promised Jo- Ms. Williams that I would see her at the picnic today," Theo told his father clearly panicked. "I cannot go back on my promise!"

"You should have thought about that before giving away hundreds of simoleons worth of inventory away to said Williams girl for free," Benjamin said. "Consider this a lesson, Theodore."

"Theo can't go to the picnic," Mary's mocking voice echoed throughout the house.

[wolfsbanemanor]

School Headcanons 🍎

1 – Where did they go to school? They went to the Willow Creek school. 2 – What were their favourite subjects? Lilith's favorite subjects were art and gym. Caleb liked art and music. 3 – What were their least favourite subjects? Math. They both hated math. 4 – Did they have many friends in school? Were they in some kind of clique? Are they still in touch with them? They had a few, but they were by no means The Popular Kids. They aren't still in touch with them, though. 5 – What is their educational level? They've each graduated high school. They were thinking about college, but the untimely deaths of their parents, and their own subsequent turning into vampires, derailed those plans. 6 – What were their grades like? They got good grades. Edward put a lot of pressure on them (especially Caleb) to do well in school. 7 – Were they a good student, bad, or more in the middle? They were both good students. The school psychologist called them both "highly gifted." 8 – Did they manage to graduate? With what grades? Yes. The grades in-game are listed as average, but I headcanon them as having better grades than that. 9 – Did they have to repeat a year? No. The school psychologist recommended that Caleb repeat kindergarten, because he was having some trouble fitting in, but Edward wasn't having it, and he moved on to first grade with his sister. 10 – Did they walk to school, take the bus, bike, …? They carpooled. 11 – Where did they sit during classes? Caleb sat at That Desk. If you watch anime, you know which one it is. Lilith sat right in front of him. 12 – Did they ever get detention? Why? Lilith got detention frequently, and even some in-school suspensions, because she wouldn't hesitate to open a can of whoop-ass on whoever bullied Caleb. (And that was a lot of people.) 13 – Did they have a favourite teacher? Why? They both loved their art teacher. 14 – Did they have a teacher they hated? Why? They had a math teacher they didn't like. 15 – Did they have a teacher that hated them? Did they show openly? The gym teacher didn't exactly like Caleb. 16 – Did they ever get expelled? Why? No. 17 – Was it easy for them to learn something new or not? Yes, it was easy for them to pick up new skills. 18 – Did they have to wear a school uniform? What did it look like? If not, how did they dress for school? No, but there was a dress code. Lilith got sent home a few times for her spaghetti straps. 19 – Did they go on school trips? Did they like them? Yes. They liked school field trips more than being in their classroom. 20 – What was their very first day of school like? Caleb had a hard time making friends, and got picked on. Lilith stepped in to teach them a lesson. 21 – Did they ever skip school? Call in sick although they weren’t even sick? If so, did they ever get caught? Lilith skipped school a few times. She got caught, and she got in trouble with her dad. Speaking of their dad, they couldn't fake sick to get out of going to school, as he was a doctor. Pretty much, if they were staying home due to sickness, it was because they were really sick and/or contagious. But a run-of-the-mill stomach ache? Edward expected them to suck it up and go to school. And faking it? Yeah, Edward could perform a cursory checkup right there (he even had the skill to tell the sex of an unborn baby without an ultrasound), so he could tell when they were actually sick and when they were faking. 22 – Do they attend class reunions? No. They are sort of personas-non-gratas in their town due to being vampires. 23 – What was their most memorable day in school? 24 – Did they cheat on tests? Did they get caught? Lilith cheated on a test, but she got caught. She had to retake the test, plus she got grounded at home.

[chaitalitrivedi]

Guide to Healthy Pregnancy by Expert Gynaecologist

Having a baby can be a wonderful experience; however, it can also be a time of uncertainty. Many parents often have concerns as they face a lot of changes during their pregnancy. With advice coming from all around, it becomes difficult to know who to listen to. That is why it is important to be informed with accurate information, as it will help one make the right decisions about how to take care of themselves during and after pregnancy.

We have drafted this post by taking references from Dr. Chaitali Mahajan Trivedi, who is also considered the best gynaecologist in Juhu. To make this blog helpful for readers, we have shared some healthy facts related to a healthy pregnancy. The aim is to educate women who are pregnant or planning to become pregnant so that they have a healthy pregnancy. Read on for more insights. 

Here are Some Effective Tips for Having a Healthy Pregnancy.

Take Prenatal Vitamins

One must start taking prenatal vitamins as soon as possible. This will include vitamins, calcium, folic acid, etc. They are easily available at drug stores and can be given without any prescriptions.

Schedule Prenatal Visits

Find a gynaecologist and make appointments for regular prenatal visits.

Work on Optimizing Your Health

Get any medical conditions, such as diabetes and BP, under control. Continue exercising and maintaining a healthy body weight. However, one must avoid smoking, drinking alcohol, and using drugs too.

Keep a Watch on What You Eat

It is essential to know what to eat and what not to eat during pregnancy. There are some foods that are considered to be quite healthy during pregnancy. It would be best to consult a gynaecologist as they would be able to guide you better on a pregnancy diet. However, avoid alcohol, soft cheese, and uncooked meat along with seafood.

Remain Hydrated at All Times

It is essential to drink plenty of water while pregnant. Water carries nutrients to the body and to the growing baby. It also helps to prevent constipation and control swelling. Therefore, one must have at least 2–3 liters of water every day.

Manage Weight

One must maintain a healthy weight both before and during pregnancy. Consult with a gynaecologist about the target weight range. Also, one must avoid extreme dieting or excessive weight gain during pregnancy.

Exercise Regularly

Engage in regular exercise if advised by the gynaecologist. Activities such as yoga, walking, and prenatal yoga can also be beneficial.

Manage Stress

Practice stress-reduction techniques, such as deep breathing, meditation, or prenatal yoga, to promote emotional well-being. This will help you have a healthy pregnancy.

Conclusion

Pregnancy is a thrilling and wonderful experience. One finds themselves on the verge of a new life. However, it is critical to stay healthy throughout the pregnancy. One must consult experts like Dr. Chaitali Mahajan Trivedi, a renowned gynaecologist in Juhu who handles the concerns of women with great care and offers the finest possible outcomes. She has more than 25 years of overall experience and holds the Guinness World Record for removing the largest uterus of 4.1kg laparoscopically. One can consult her for a range of other gynaecological procedures also, such as vaginoplasty, hymenoplasty, labiaplasty, hysterectomy, PCOD treatment, and many more.

Therefore, if one is pregnant and needs the best possible care or needs guidance on any other gynaecological concerns, one can schedule an appointment with Dr. Chaitali Mahajan Trivedi at Nanavati Super Speciality Hospital. She will arrange prenatal checkups to make sure you and your baby remain in the best of health. Book an appointment with the expert gynaecologist today! 

[ladygynecologistindore]

Navigating the Journey of Pregnancy: Tips and Advice for Expecting Mothers in Indore

Navigating the journey of pregnancy can be an exciting and overwhelming experience for expecting mothers. From dealing with morning sickness to preparing for labor, there are many things to consider when it comes to having a healthy and happy pregnancy. Here are some tips and advice from qualified gynaecologist in Indore that can help make this special time go as smoothly as possible:

1. Make sure you get regular prenatal checkups: Regular prenatal visits with your doctor or midwife are essential during your pregnancy. These visits allow you to monitor the health of both mother and baby, receive important information about nutrition, exercise, medication safety, etc., discuss any concerns or questions you may have about your pregnancy journey, receive immunizations if needed (e.g., flu shots), obtain ultrasounds or other tests if necessary (e.g., amniocentesis).

2. Eat a well-balanced diet: Eating nutritious foods is especially important during this time since what goes into a mom’s body will ultimately affect her developing baby too! Try incorporating plenty of fruits & vegetables in addition to lean proteins such as fish & poultry; complex carbohydrates like whole grains; low-fat dairy products; omega 3-rich foods like eggs & nuts; iron-rich foods such as leafy greens & legumes; and water throughout the day - all these items should become part of an expectant mother’s daily food intake regimen! 

3. Stay active: Exercise is not only beneficial for pregnant women but also helps keep them fit before their big delivery day arrives! Low-impact activities such as walking/jogging, swimming, prenatal yoga classes, etc. are great ways to stay active while still being mindful that they don't over-exert themselves - so no heavy lifting please :). Its best always to consult with one’s doctor prior to attempting any type of physical activity routine during the pregnancy period just to ensure everything is safe and sound!

4. Get enough restful sleep: Sleep deprivation can take its toll on anyone let alone someone who carrying an unborn child inside her tummy! It's recommended aim for at least 8 hours per night however sometimes even more might required depending on how far along the woman has reached in her trimester stages ...Also using comfortable pillows to support back neck areas while sleeping provides additional comfort which leads to better quality sleep overall.

5. Take care of mental health: Pregnancy brings up a lot of emotions feelings whether it is joy anticipation anxiety worry fear depression etc...It is normal to feel a range of emotions at the same once so don't hesitate to seek professional counseling guidance from qualified gynaecologist.

About the Author:

Dr. Poonam Raikwar is the best lady gynaecologist in Indore. She is also a renowned IVF specialist and a laparoscopic surgeon dedicated to providing comprehensive and quality care for women. She is an experienced doctor with more than 20 years of medical experience. She has been actively involved in the field of infertility treatment, women’s health, laparoscopy and obstetrics.

[justoneacatperson]

Two babies broccoli

Alpha! GN! Reader x Pregnant! Omega! Midoriya Izuku (Headcanon)

This is reupload from my old blog!

I would say that his pregnancy was accidental, not planned. You are two heroes who are trying to climb the charts, and your mate is struggling to be the number 1 hero, there are no children in your plans.

But apparently a month ago, when you both entered your cycles at the same time, blurred by lust and instincts, you forgot protection. So now the green-haired omega walks back and forth in the bathroom, muttering hundreds of questions under his breath as he waits for the time for the pregnancy tests to over.

His phone rang, announcing that the time had over. He stopped the alarm, looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath. Now is the time, he thought. He took one of the three tests, looking at how many traits had. Two large clear red lines appeared. Midoriya couldn’t believe it, looked at the other tests, seeing the same results. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to erupt like waterfalls.

Now what? He has to tell you. You’ve both commented that you want children at some point in your life, but not is the time. Deku is already in the top 10 best heroes, and you are in 17th place. It took a lot of time and effort for both of you to get to where you are now. Are you ready for that? You put a lot of time and work into reaching this position. Will you be happy or angry? He never saw you angry at him, you were the most wonderful mate in the world in many ways, but now the situation is very different from all you have been in.

It was late when you came home from a patrol and imprisoned several villains while Izuku had been home for several days due to illness.

-“Izu?” you called, taking off your shoes in the hallway. You immediately heard footsteps on the floor coming towards you. You looked up smiled when you saw your omega. -“How are you?” you asked, giving him a hug.

-“I should ask you this question.” he replied, running his finger over the cut on your shoulder.

-“A villain managed to hurt me, but it’s nothing serious, just a scratch.” you answered quickly so as not to bother your mate. -“So you?”

-“Well… I have something to tell you.” he replied, arousing your curiosity. You released him from your embrace, placing your hands on his shoulders.

-“Whatever it is, I’m listening.”

Midoriya tried to say something, but no sound came out of his mouth, so he took the test out of his pocket, showing it to your eyes. It took you a second to realize what he showed you, and immediately your eyes widened.

-”Omega, you…”

-“Yes, I’m pregnant.” he did not know what to expect before you wrapped your arms around him, lifting him off the ground and turning him a few times in a circle. -“(Y/n) !?” exclaimed Izuku, stopping you. You smiled, kissing his nose.

-“I’m very happy, Izu.” you said, touching your forehead with his. The omega chirped merrily, and tears streamed from his eyes. -“It would be amazing to have puppies together.”

First Trimester:

Midoriya wanted to keep working while he could. He takes only tasks related to patrolling and paperwork, and starting to show his pregnancy, he will go on leave maternity and will only do paperwork.

You have become very protective of your omega. You will always scent him from head to toe to mark it as your own.

You had to tell your mate’s mother. Inko was in complete ecstasy, crying and hugging her son in a bear hug, shouting how proud she was of you two and that she couldn’t wait to become a grandmother.

He had a slight morning sickness that he only had in the morning and late at night.

His sense of smell and hunger sharpened. From morning to night he eats his favorite food - katsudon, but of course you can`t leave your pregnant mate to eat only that. Midoriya has no food he hates or can’t eat, but sometimes there are many weird combinations of foods he likes to eat.

On your appointment to a doctor, you both learned that you were expecting twins. You were both in shock and joy at the same time. You didn’t expect to have more than one puppy, so you need to rearrange your plans a bit. Because he had twins, he started showing up early, and your protective alpha instinct didn’t want to put him on missions anymore, so he was left to do only paperwork.

Second Trimester:

In fact, Deku is a very nesting omega. The nest has always been the most comfortable and safe place for omega, their confidential place. The green-haired omega needed his nest more during his years of growth, due to the traumatic news that he was quirkless, the constant harassment by Katsuki had made him spend more time in his nest, seeking solace. He now has a new occupation to remodel his nest for hours until he thinks it’s okay. He was so focused that you asked if he needed anything, if you could get more things for his nest.

He had made several nests in your house. The main nest was in your bedroom, next to your bed - big, fluffy, soft, made mainly of All Might merch, of course. There are two smaller ones in the living room and in the nursery where your puppies will be.

Izuku had pain in his ankles and back from the weight of the twins. You will often smear him with oils, giving him a light massage. He always tried to tell you that he was fine and didn’t need to, but you’ve seen enough of him since his school years to be with Recovery Girl or in the hospital often, because he doesn’t take care of himself and makes life-threatening decisions, you don`t want him to get worse, you have no rejection, and your omega has no choice but to agree.

Stretch marks appeared on his abdomen and thighs, which you bless! You will not allow insecurity to crawl up to Deku, you will always show that you love him and he attracts you, no matter how he looks like.

You started making the children`s room. Your close friends like Uraraka, Iida, Shoto, Tsu, even Bakugou helped you a lot with painting the walls, assembling the furniture. (Katsuki even made very spicy ramen for the green-haired omega, as you told him that he’s been craving spicy lately).

You were above the moon when you felt the puppies kicking under your palms.

At your next checkup, you found out that your twins are girls.

Third Trimester:

In the last months of his pregnancy, Izuku did not want you to leave him alone home. His inner omega needed you more than usual and will whine when he doesn’t get enough attention or closeness from you.

Spend most of his time lying in his nest and sleeping, to your happiness and surprise. It is rare to see Izuku Midoriya do nothing You like to lie next to him and brush up his curly hair with your fingers.

Babies became very active in his womb. They move and kick. You were both in cloud nine when they began to move in his belly, and you will both enjoy those moments. But in recent months, the puppies are too strong and kick their mother in the kidneys and ribs, which does not affect him well. It is difficult to calm them, your omega manages to sleep no more than 3 to 4 hours a night, because at night they are very active. This is slightly offset by his constant bed rest.

Birth:

7 hours of labour - sweat, tears, fatigue, but they were worth it when your little ones came into the world. You held one of your daughters while Midoriya held the other. They both looked the same - curly (h/c) hair, emerald green eyes, freckles all over their faces, and their skin something between yours and his color.

-“They’re beautiful.” you said, sitting on the hospital bed next to your omega. He let out a little tired purr, leaning against your chest.

-“That’s right.” you planted a kiss on his head.

[ggukkiedae]

notes: yoonmi may or may not have overestimated her babysitting powers while her members weren’t present… to her defense, she could babysit one kid just fine! one kid and one baby at the same time is a whole other story… but at least she’s in the company with a few of her close friends (hi i’m projecting because i miss my baby cousins)

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Yoonmi loved her niece and nephew with all her heart.

That’s precisely why the moment her eldest brother called and asked her to watch over the two while he took his wife to the hospital for a checkup, she accepted. It would be a piece of cake, considering she has babysat Yoonseol before, and Hanseol was a very behaved baby boy.

But she didn’t consider the fact that she only started babysitting Yoonseol on her own when the little girl was four, and not when she was a six-month-old. And when the other Bangtan members were easy to call in for help, not while they were all on break, recovering, and recuperating

She found herself sitting in her studio just barely being able to juggle soothing Hanseol to sleep, working, and playing with Yoonseol.

“Unnie,” the little girl asked her, eyes wide with curiosity, “are you doing okay? Usually mommy and papa handle one of us each.”

“I’m just fine, Seollie,” she put on a smile before checking the time. It was almost lunch, and they hadn't eaten yet. “You know what, I’m being a bad playmate, so how about I treat you to whatever lunch you want? Dessert included.”

The six-year-old’s eyes lit up in excitement. “Really? Can we get that shrimp pasta from the good cafe? And the rainbow cake roll!”

Yoonmi pondered to herself. It would take a while, especially since she’d have to go there herself. The cafe didn’t have delivery. It would definitely coincide with Hanseol’s milk time, so she’d have to take his stuff with her. And she wasn’t entirely sold on walking around on the outside for a few blocks when she couldn’t hold Yoonseol’s hand.

Her eyes met the younger’s excited ones, making her sigh. She couldn’t back out of her own statement.

“Put on your coat,” she got up while gently placing Hanseol down for a minute so she could help Yoonseol and put on her own coat as well, “but you have to promise to stay a little bit in front of me, okay? I shouldn’t even be bringing you outside unless it’s by car to my place.”

“I won’t tell papa.” Yoonseol’s cheeky smile made Yoonmi laugh.

But, by some stroke of luck, she ran into Yeonjun just as they were headed to the elevator.

“Hey, Yoonmi sunbae!”

Her eyes widened as she quickly dodged the headlock the older boy was about to trap her in. “Baby! I have a baby in my arms!”

“Uncle Yeonjun!” Yoonmi watched while Yoonseol practically launched herself into Yeonjun’s arms. It was no secret that she loved the older boy. Yes, Bangtan, and Chan held the number 1 spot in her heart as her favorite uncles, but Soobin and Yeonjun came close second (apparently the other four don’t count as uncle/aunt because they were Yoonmi’s age and younger).

“Hey, kiddo,” Yeonjun picked her up, “I missed you. Did you miss me?”

“It’s been forever!” The little girl dragged out her last syllable, making all of them laugh.

Yeonjun turned to Yoonmi and looked at the little bundle in her arms. “And who is this? Is this Kim Hanseol? Where are you three headed?”

“Yup, this is my new little nephew,” Yoonmi adjusted the bag on her shoulder before holding up Hanseol for Yeonjun to say hi to. “We were just heading to that cafe that we like to go to for lunch.”

She didn’t miss the way Yeonjun gave her a sympathetic look or the way the gears turned in his head.

“How about I take this little one off your hands for a bit,” Yeonjun offered, “so she can meet Seri’s ten-year-old brother. Jihoon visited today, too. Would you like to meet him, Seol?”

Yoonseol looked at him a little skeptically. “The ten-year-olds in my neighborhood don’t like playing with me. They think I speak English too much.”

“Well,” Yeonjun ruffled the little girl’s hair, “Jihoon likes talking to us in English, too. I’m sure he’d love to play with you because you speak way better English than Beomgyu.”

The last bit was whispered, making Yoonseol giggle. “Okay.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” Yoonmi laughed, fully knowing that Beomgyu could easily follow her conversations with Seri and that he just wasn’t too confident with his grammar.

Yeonjun chuckled before raising his eyebrow. “So, what do you say, little sunbae? I can even take Hanseol for a bit.”

“No, uncle, he’s still too little,” Yoonseol informed him, “so papa wants him with unnie, Uncle Channie, or the Tannie Uncles only. Unnie, please? I want to play with Tubatu!”

Yoonmi looked towards Yoonseol’s pleading eyes then towards Yeonjun’s reassuring ones. It would mean an easier time for her, and it looked like Yeonjun was close to just running away with her niece.

“Okay,” Yoonmi relented, making the two cheer, “but behave, Seollie. You, too, oppa.”

The two saluted in unison before Yeonjun spoke. “Yes, ma’am. We’ll make sure everything is okay. I’ll even send one of the 01s to help you order lunch. Hey, Heeseung!”

She thought he was joking, but footsteps behind her started approaching them. Yoonmi turned around to find one of her close friends walking up to them with a smile on his face.

“Yes, hyung?” Heeseung smiled before pinching Yoonseol’s cheek and giving her a fist bump. “Hey, Yoonseol. Hey Yoonmi, and hello little baby– oh. He’s asleep.”

“Thank god you’re here,” Yeonjun chattered excitedly, “are you busy?”

“No, I don’t have vocal lessons until five—“

“Good,” Yeonjun quickly yet gently took the baby bag from Yoonmi’s shoulder and handed it to Heeseung, “can you help Yoonmi while she buys lunch? Thanks, bye!”

“Oppa!”

Yoonmi’s call was useless as Yeonjun ran down the hall, Yoonseol in his arms while they laughed. Oh, she already knew the two would wreak havoc wherever the other TXT kids were waiting for them.

“I am so sorry,” Yoonmi looked at Heeseung apologetically, “but you know how Yeonjun oppa can get. You don’t have to help me.”

Heeseung laughed. “It’s no big deal. You’ll need help carrying lunch back here, right? And it’s all good as long as I get to meet the little guy when he’s awake.”

“Thanks, Seung,” she smiled gratefully at him as they walked to the elevator. The clock on the inside showed 11:50. It was a ten minute walk to the cafe, so she’d have to feed Hanseol as soon as they got there. “Hey, could you possibly make some milk for him? The bottles there already have water, and the milk powder is pre-measured.”

“Sure,” Heeseung chuckled while opening the baby bag. “For being the Nation’s Makdungie and the hyungs’ baby, you’re such a single mom.”

“Excuse me, single dad of six?”

“Single dad of five,” Heeseung corrected, “we also have a Jay.”

“Whatever,” she laughed at him.

So maybe it wouldn’t be as easy to take care of a six-year-old and a six-month-old on her own. But, hey, at least she knew had friends that would help her.

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SH - Sherlock x Depressed!Reader - With a Little Help from My Friends - Words: 2,793

IMPORTANT A/N - PLEASE READ: As stated in the title, this story contains discussions of depression. There is mention of suicidal thought and self-harm. I personally don't think it's too intense in it's descriptions HOWEVER!!! If this will trigger you, for your own health and safety please do not read. My messages are always open if you'd like to talk. I wrote this partially based on my own feelings so I can understand to at least a degree. You're amazing and I love you all. As far as this story goes, just remember: it has a happy, very fluffy ending but it doesn't start that way. I hope you enjoy it, feel free to leave a comment!

Brief Backstory: Reader is friends with John and Sherlock. She is a nurse who works with John. The three met shortly after Sherlock came back. Sherlock and Reader have crushes on each other but won't admit to it. I think the story explains everything else.

"Y/N, I'm going to be honest," John said, putting his hand on your shoulder comfortingly. "I may have PTSD but I cannot fully put myself in your shoes. My depression is different than yours." You had called your best friend, John Watson, in a mild panic. You had been feeling depressed for some time, as he knew, but that day had been especially bad. There was no particular reason but your depression had gotten so intense that you knew you needed help to get past this particular wave. John invited you over to 221B, assuring you that his flatmate would be out for the next couple of hours. "As a doctor, I am going to prescribe you some medication. Lowest dose possible and only because I want to help you get some immediate relief but I know you do not want them to become permanent. Let's work on finding another solution for you, ok?"

"I don't know, John," you replied. You'd asked John to be your Doctor since you didn't go to one regularly and he didn't mind your irregular checkups. "I've tried just about everything. The only outlet that seems to help is writing and even then," you trailed off, trying not to cry again. "This feeling just won't go away and I don't even know why it's there in the first place. I just want it to stop."

"I think you should talk to Sherlock."

"What?" You squeaked. "Why in the world would I talk to Sherlock?"

"I can't tell you why, Y/N. As both your Doctor and Sherlock's, I have to respect certain amounts of patient confidentiality. However, as your friend, I think you should talk to him."

"I don't know."

"Trust me," He replied. Smirking slightly, he added, "Doctor's orders."

"Ok, John," you chuckled. He smiled and hugged you. "Thanks."

"Now how about we go and fill this prescription and then maybe get some ice cream?"

"Well, honestly," you sighed. "The ice cream sounds great but I didn't sleep well last night. I was actually wondering if I could just take a nap here for a bit. I sleep better here sometimes." You blushed but John nodded understandingly.

"Of course," He replied. "I'll run down to the drugstore and fill this for you. Meanwhile you get some rest. I'll let Sherlock know you're here just in case he ends up getting back before I do. Will you be ok by yourself?"

"Yeah," You smiled. "This is a safe space for me. I'll go grab a blanket. Thanks again."

"Don't mention it. Just remember, talk to him."

"I'll try."

About 15 minutes later, Sherlock arrived back at the flat. He'd gotten John's texts.

John: If you get home in the next 45 minutes, be quiet. Y/N is over and she's taking a nap. I have to run out for something.

Sherlock: Is everything ok? - SH

John: She said she had a bad night.

Sherlock: She must have had a reason to come over in the first place though. - SH

John: She's going to need to tell you that herself. Don't ask. Do you understand me? Let her tell you. Be nice, ok?

Sherlock: When am I not nice to Y/N? - SH

John: Ok, that is true. You like her too much to be rude to her. If you could just hold back your deductions for one second I will say this: you two have more in common than you think.

He hurried home, not to wake you up of course, but because he wanted to see you. If there was something seriously wrong, he wanted to try and brace himself for it first. He couldn't help the smile playing at the corner of his lips when he thought of you. You two were good friends, that much was obvious to everyone. But Sherlock could see the potential for something more. He liked you a lot. You were just as smart, sassy, and sarcastic as he was. But you also could be extremely kind and caring to others and especially to him. He still didn't quite understand why you cared for him so but he was grateful. Before he could dwell on that too much longer, he arrived at 221B.

He quietly slipped inside and smiled at what he saw. You were curled up on the couch, sleeping like a baby. Apparently, though, you'd kicked off the blanket you had grabbed. Instead of picking up the blanket, he decided to take off his long coat and carefully lay that over you. You quickly cuddled into the warm fabric, unconsciously taking a deep breath, inhaling his unique signature left behind on the coat. Satisfied with what he'd done, he took off his suit jacket and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea for when you woke up. He knew you had a favorite tea and, unless John moved it or drank it all, there still would be some in the cupboard.

You woke to the smell of your favorite tea and a hushed exclamation from the kitchen. Opening your eyes slowly you saw Sherlock in at the counter trying to set up a tray with the teapot and cups. Recognizing your surroundings a bit more, you realized what was on top of you. Sherlock was just about to bring out the tray but you decided to pretend you were still asleep. The chances of fooling the Detective were low, but you wanted to try.

"There," He whispered to himself, setting the tray on the coffee table. You could hear him settling down on his chair, likely getting into his 'palace pose' as you called it. For a moment you were happy. You had actually gotten some quality sleep, you were currently cuddled up in Sherlock's famous coat and Sherlock had even made you tea. But that feeling quickly faded. Tears threatened to spill out of your still closed eyes as self-deprecating thoughts filled your mind.

'John probably told him to make me tea. He probably covered me with his coat so I wasn't as much of a distraction. He doesn't want me here. He never does. Why does he even tolerate my presence? He probably wishes we'd never met,' You thought. Your mind was going a million miles an hour and gaining. Without your notice, the tears began rolling down your cheeks and quiet sobs escaped your lips.

"Y/N?" Sherlock whispered. You're eyes shot open. You hadn't heard him get up. Now he was kneeling right next to you, one hand hovering over your arm. "Are you ok?"

"Oh, Sherlock!" You cried. "I-I wish I knew."

"C'mere," he said, motioning for you to sit up. Once you did so, he pulled you into a tight hug.

"What's this for?"

"You always give me and John a hug when you see us. You haven't done so for the past 5 days. I-" he paused briefly before lowering his voice and continuing. "I missed it."

"Oh." You weren't quite sure how to reply to that. You leaned into his embrace, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

"Y/N? Is there something I can do to help?"

"How much did John tell you?" You asked. You wouldn't have been mad exactly if John had told Sherlock to talk to you, but you wanted to think Sherlock was reaching out on his own.

"He told me you had a bad night."

"That's all?" You asked, surprised. You pulled away slightly and stared into his eyes. Sherlock nodded, frowning slightly as he tried to deduce you.

"Why are you afraid to talk to me?" You turned away, embarrassed and unsure what to say. "Be honest."

"I don't want you to make fun of me. I have-" You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves and preparing to just jump right in. "I have been extremely depressed lately and I didn't want to hear another speech about how all I need to do is exercise and eat right and stop thinking about sad things. Well you know what? I can't stop it! I can't help it if I feel like a useless pile of trash that should be thrown in the bin and burned." By the time you finished your little tirade, you'd gotten up and started pacing the floor. Then you turned and faced Sherlock. His expression was neutral but there was an obvious sadness in his eyes, one you didn't expect to see. It wasn't of pity. If you had seen that you also would have given up on the conversation. No, it was almost an understanding, an empathy. His eyes were actually glistening with tears.

"Have you ever felt like," he paused, voice unsteady. "Like giving up?" He whispered, unable to hold eye contact. You nodded silently. He got up slowly and walked towards you. At first, you thought he would hug you again but then he started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Uh, Sherlock?"

"Just wait a moment. I want to show you something." He carefully shrugged off the purple shirt that you, admittedly, loved so much and tossed it on the chair. "Only one person knows about this. You will be the second. You remember I told you about Moriarty's network?"

"Yes, the day we met. I asked you about your work, a simple question. And I got an answer that lasted 3 hours." Sherlock chuckled dryly.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Oh, no. Please don't apologise. I-" You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "I tend to make jokes when I'm nervous."

"I know." He smiled at you with, yet again, a completely unreadable expression. "You remember though." You nodded, opting to stay silent as he explained. "Well, those 2 years dismantling his network weren't easy. Not physically and certainly not emotionally. As a result of the different missions, I received many wounds on my body in various locations. I was," He paused, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. "I was depressed, guilt-stricken and suicidal. I figured I had hurt my friends enough. If they thought I was dead maybe I should just go on with it."

"What changed your mind?"

"I didn't want to do it on a mission. I wanted to see home again one more time. So to temporarily relieve the pain I," He sighed. Well, I wouldn't let my wounds heal. I'd pick at them. Mycroft finally convinced me to come back officially because he needed my help. I never told him about this. I think he knows but we don't discuss it." He looked down, obviously embarrassed and feeling more emotionally naked than physically. "You can look," he said. It was as if he'd read your mind. You were trying to be respectful and not stare but you realized that's what he wanted to show you. You had, on occasion, seen him shirtless before but you had never realized how bad some of the scars were.

"Sherlock, I-I don't know what to say. I-" You were completely shocked. Not offended. But actually comforted that he understood you. "Thank you," You finally said.

"Actually I wanted to thank you. I didn't just show you this to prove that I understand your feelings." You looked at him confused. "The day we met. You were leaving work, correct?" You nodded.

"It had been my first day there. John had been happy with my work and requested that I stay assigned to his office permanently. John had already finished up and headed home but there was some paperwork I had to finish so I was leaving about an hour late. Come to think of it, John said he had plans with you that evening. Why were you there?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you. I met you less than a month after I came back. I had still been quite depressed so I was still picking at my injuries. That day had been a bad day for me. So I cancelled my plans with John and I decided to go back to where I started this whole mess and finish it."

"Wait, are you telling me that-"

"You saved my life." Sherlock took one of your hands in his own and held it tightly. "I had memorized the work schedules of most everyone there and knew how to slip in unnoticed."

"But you didn't factor in me."

"Correct. When I ran into you, quite literally in fact, as I was entering the building, I was surprised. Not just by your presence but by what I deduced about you. You intrigued me. I had to find out more about you so I invited you to have a cup of coffee with me."

"Which turned into dinner." Sherlock nodded. "And since you were so intrigued by me, you forgot all about that."

"In a manner of speaking. You weren't a cure-all, mind you. You helped, though, by giving me a new mystery to investigate: you. That night, when I got home, I told John everything. He helped me too and when I mentioned you he couldn't stop singing your praises. He is very proud of you and your work you know."

"Yeah, I guess so," You replied, a little embarrassed. "Thank you, Sherlock. I'm sorry that you went through all that, but, I'm glad I have someone who understands. And I'm glad you're here to help me."

"Me too, Y/N. Me too," He replied.

"Can I, um, can I have another hug?" You asked, blushing and smiling. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"If you must," He sighed, holding his arms out. Any other day, you would have thought he genuinely didn't want personal contact. But today you realized he was simply teasing. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head on his chest. You felt him relax as he leaned forward a little to cocoon you in his arms. "I care about you, Y/N. I don't care about many people but you mean so much to me. I-" You looked up at him and pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him.

"You don't have to say it, Sherlock. I know." He smiled and looked somewhat relieved. You knew he wasn't good with feelings and that was fine with you. "I love you too."

"I wanted to be the first one to say that," He pouted. You chuckled softly and booped his nose.

"You already have." He smiled and kissed your forehead lightly.

"I know this won't fix everything right away. I know you'll still have bad days. But I wanted you to know you could come to me too."

"I know. Thank you again, Sherlock." At that moment, John walked in with a bag from the store.

"Oh, hello!" He chirped, happy to see you hadn't gotten into a yelling match. Then he noticed Sherlock's shirt, or rather, lack thereof. "So, uh," He stuttered, unsure of what to say. "What should I do with this?"

"First of all, thank you, John, for giving me the guts to talk to him about this. And second, I think I'll give it a try. You know, to try and prevent a really bad day when you guys aren't available or if talking still isn't enough. But for today I think I'll be alright," You said, turning to John with a smile.

"Well, I'm glad. So did you just talk about that or did he finally tell you that he's had the biggest schoolboy crush on you from the moment he met you?"

"John!" Sherlock yelled. You laughed loudly.

"Not in those words exactly, John," You replied. "Don't worry," You added, turning to Sherlock and ruffling his curls. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Good. Now if you don't mind, I need your input on this case."

"Me?" You asked, quite surprised.

"Yes," He said as if it was obvious. "You're a woman after all!"

"And that is important because?"

"The killer was a woman obviously but I can't understand why she would do it!" The two of you went off into your own little world, completely ignoring John as he cooked dinner.

John: Ok, mates, get your tuxs out. Won't be long now.

Greg: He finally proposed? 😀

John: Not yet, give it a week.

Mycroft: John, you forget I monitor his spending habits.

John: And?

Mycroft: He's had a ring purchased for some time now.

Greg: 3 days tops.💍

Mycroft: I would estimate about 3 days as well, Detective Inspector.

Greg: We're in a Group Text. Talking about our friend like a bunch of teenage girls at a slumber party. I think you can call me Greg.

Mycroft: If I must.

John: So, girls, will you help me make the plans?

Mycroft: Of course. He is blood after all.

Greg: Count me in! Wouldn't miss it! 🕵️👰

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[babyboy-cody]

ch. 01 | finding out

summary: after feeling so different for the past week, you decided to go to the doctor in order to find out what was actually wrong with you. the cause of you feeling this way was something you weren’t expecting.

warnings: depictions of early signs of pregnancy, clueless grayson, mentions of sean, implications of smut, mentions of abortion

quick note: okay so this is my first ever grayson series, so hopefully i make you guys proud. some of the pregnancy signs are things that some people don’t go through, so i wanted to make it as realistic as possible. any feedback would be great! <3

word count: 2.6k

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Waking up early in the morning, you never expected to feel like shit. From the position you were laying in, your tender breasts were pressed into the bed, causing you the slightest pain. You groaned and winced as you went to turn. Just from moving, you felt nauseous and dizzy, the blinding light from the sun pouring into the room caused you to squint. Grayson wasn’t in bed beside you as usual. He always woke up at the ass crack of dawn to start his morning routines of breakfast, exercising for two hours, and shower. The rest of his day is spent doing activities, such as woodworking/building, spending time with you, long-boarding, or exercising some more.

A wave of cramps suddenly hit you, causing you to muffle your long moan into your pillow. You tucked your body into the fetal position, tucking your hand under your sweatpants to press down on your lower stomach, hoping that the pressure would ease the aggravating pain. For the past week, you’ve been constantly getting cramps. The breast tenderness happened only a day later. Premature cramps are the usual sign of starting your period. What confuses you is why you woke up with no blood staining your underwear or pants.

Sluggishly grabbing your phone from under your pillow, you opened up your usual period app. The last time you had gotten your period was exactly the same day as last month. Your eyebrows furrow when you see that you should’ve started your period exactly two weeks ago. You hastily sit up, immediately shutting your eyes as a wave of nausea hit you like a tsunami. There was brief commotion coming from the kitchen, followed by Grayson yelling, “Ethaaannn!” You faintly heard Ethan’s boisterous laugh, which only amped up his younger brother’s annoyance.

You swallowed the forming saliva at the back of your mouth. You suddenly felt so exhausted, even though you had a whole ten hour rests with no interruptions or disruptions. Swinging your legs to the side of the bed, you slowly got up, shutting your eyes to avoid feeling dizzy so fast. You desperately craved Grayson’s warm skin against yours in order to make you feel better, especially when his strong arms were wrapped around you, holding you nice and tight against him. As though the universe heard your thoughts, Grayson enters the bedroom, a comfy hoodie adorning his upper body as gray sweats adorn his lower half. He looks so comfy and warm and soft with his messy hair and growing bed and bright smile.

“Look who’s finally awake!” He announced and spread his arms wide, running over to playfully (and gently) tackle you into the bed.

“Gray, Gray, baby, be gentle,” you quickly told him, hands grabbing onto his arm as the room suddenly spun. “I’m not feeling too good today.”

He immediately sat up, using one hand to push his long hair from his face as the other slowly sits you up. His eyes were full of worry as they scan you up and down. You smiled tiredly and gently stroked his jaw, loving the feeling of his scruff on your palm.

“What’ve you been feeling?” He was quick to ask you, desperately wanting to know why you’ve been feeling sick and what could’ve caused it. “Do you think it’s cause E was sick last week?”

“I mean, maybe,” you shrugged. “I’ve been getting cramps and my boobs have been hurting as usual before I get my period.”

“So you’re starting you’re period?” He questioned, thinking that could be the reason.

“I don’t think so, babe. I’m getting symptoms I’ve never gotten before and it’s worrying me,” you quietly told him, your voice holding such worry that he’s never heard before. “I’m so exhausted and dizzy and I can’t even stand without feeling like I’m gonna pass out.” You rubbed your hands over your face, groaning at the uncomfortable churning in your stomach as you suddenly thought about eating. “I can’t even think about food without feeling like I’m gonna throw up everywhere.”

“Baby, you need to make an appointment for the doctor or the GYN to see what’s going on. You don’t know if this could be something serious,” Grayson anxiously tells you, his large hands cupping your cheeks to make eye contact with you, his thumbs lightly stroking your warm skin back and forth.

“I will,” you held onto his wrists. “I promise.”

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After your serious talk with Grayson yesterday, you made an appointment to go to the gynecologist the very next day. Nerves were bubbling in the pit of your stomach, causing you to use the bathroom four times in the past hour. Ethan and Kristina were worried as well, unsure of what to do or say to make you feel at ease and less anxious. If what’s causing your sickness something terminal, they knew that Grayson would quite literally go insane. You were his person. Grayson was a believer of soulmates, and he knew deep in his heart and soul that you were his.

This morning, it was eerily quite. The air was awkward and tense with no one knowing how to break the ice. Grayson’s jaw was clenched and he watched your every move carefully. You were feeling a little better, only eating in small quantities and being forced to drink lots of water (by Grayson). Your appointment wasn’t until 2 in the afternoon, so you had plenty of time to do your morning routine and talk to Grayson. He insisted on staying in the bathroom when you shower and do your skin care.

“Gray, I’m not dying,” you joked lightly.

“Don’t fucking joke like that!” He raised his voice, glaring up at you as he sat on the edge of the top, elbows on his knees with his fingers interlocked. “That’s not fucking funny.” There was anger in his tone, and you realized how insensitive it was of you.

You knelt down in front of him, unlocked his hands and slithering more between his spread knees. He doesn’t look at you as he looks down at the ground between your own knees. “Hey,” you whisper, hands on his broad shoulders, lightly shaking them. “Look at me, please.” When he does, you see the slightest of tears along his waterline. Your heart breaks when his face scrunches up in agony and his eyes shut, his hands immediately covering his face to press the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Grayson…”

He sniffles into his hands, shaking his head frantically. “I can’t lose you,” he weeped so softly, his voice muffled behind the barrier of his hands. “I can’t fuckin’ lose you the same way I lost my dad. I-I just can’t.” You let him pour out his emotions, all the while holding onto his shoulders and gently pushing his hands away from his face to wipe away his warm tears. The area around his eyes and cheeks were tinged red, his beautiful eyes now turning puffy. “You don’t understand h-how broken I’d be without you, Y/N. It’s like… a piece of me might die.”

“Baby,” you whispered brokenly, shaking your head as you hurriedly pull him into your chest. His head buries itself in the crook of your neck. “I am so so sorry for making that joke, alright? Hey, look at me.” You lift his head up, wiping more of his tears with your thumbs. “I promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that everything is okay.” At the sound of your soft whisper, he lets out a quiet and shaky sigh. The thought of now hearing your voice anymore physically hurts his heart. He hesitatingly nods, desperately wanting to believe your words. But looking into your eyes this very moment, seeing the determination and confidence in your face, he has no other choice but to believe you.

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Sitting on the exam table in the cold room that slightly smells of hand sanitizer and wood, you didn’t know what else to think. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as they tried to unravel itself to form a coherent sentence in your head. Grayson wanted to come in with you, but you had told him to stay in the car, out of fear of him hearing dreadful news. You closed your eyes and breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm the storm that’s beginning to make itself known. What you didn’t hearing was the door opening and the OB-GYN, Dr. Khaleesi, stepping in. She was a lovely Indian woman who was older than you by 20 years. You’ve been coming to her for a year and a half now for your usual STD checkups or any worries you had with your uterus. She was the sweetest woman you’ve come to known and you never felt judged by her.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” She asks as she shuts the door, leaving you both in privacy. She holds the clipboard to her side and sits onto the rolling stool to slide herself closer to you.

“Just nervous,” you laughed awkwardly.

“Well, it’s just me,” she tells you softly, her accent sounding so elegant as she gently pats your knee. “Now, it says on the appointment form that you’re hear for a checkup regarding your period.”

“Yes, um, I’m late on my period - about two weeks now. But I’ve been feeling a lot of cramps and breast tenderness and all the symptoms of starting my period. And I don’t know why,” you sighed and picked at your nails, not sure how to keep still.

“Alright, well, I’m going to be asking you a few simple questions and I want you to answer as honestly as possible,” Dr. Khaleesi tells you. “What day was your last period?”

“The 6th of May.”

“How long does menstrual cycle typically last?”

“Six to seven days, give or take.”

“And are you sexually active?”

You blushed as you thought about Grayson. You hadn’t forgotten the romantic picnic dinner he had set up in the backyard with a large projector hung up. Sitting there under the stars with him, being in such a close proximity to that man always made you feel so nervous. But having his hands on you, his lips on yours, his large and muscular body between your thighs, it made it all worth it. You most certainly didn’t forget how many times he made you orgasm in under an hour. You were thankful that Ethan and Kristina had gone to their own date night for a few hours.

“Y/N?” Dr. Khaleesi’s voice broke you free from your thoughts, causing you to clear your throat out of embarrassment.

“Y-Yes, I’m sexually active,” you softly responded.

Dr. Khaleesi nods and checks off the small YES box beside the question. “And how often do you engage in sexual intercourse?”

“Um, about three to four times a week.” You suddenly burst out into laughter at the surprised look on her face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she laughs as well. “At least one of us is getting some action, huh?” She laughs again when you cover your face, muffling your small groan. “Back to the questions. When was the last time you were sexually active?”

“I’d say last week, but I’ve been feeling these symptoms for the past two weeks now,” you hesitatingly told her, secretly not wanting to know the cause in order to avoid the dread and heartbreak if something was terminal.

“And what symptoms have you been having?” She asked you, now looking at your expression rather than the clipboard in her hands.

“Um,” you looked up in thought, “Nausea, cramps, breast tenderness, sudden feeling of exhaustion, loss of appetite, and I’ve been peeing a lot more.”

Dr. Khaleesi nods silently, her sudden silence makes you feel incredibly uneasy. You swallow down and exhale a shaky and audible sigh. She gives you a reassuring smile. “Do you mind if I exam your stomach?”

“N-No,” you quietly said and laid back on the cushioned exam table. “Go ahead, please.”

And after hearing your consent, Dr. Khaleesi pulled on some blue latex gloves and hovers her hands over your stomach. You pull up your shirt and pull the cracked skin of your bottom lip with your teeth. She gently presses down in different areas of your stomach, periodically asking, “Does this cause any pain? Discomfort?” And each time, you shook your head. As she was getting to the end of the exam, you went over every single possibility. What if it’s a tumor? What if you’re pregnant? Could it be cancer? Is it internal bleeding? Somehow, you couldn’t find a reason for each possibility to happen. You had no family members with a history of chronic illnesses. And you and Grayson always used protection, never birth control because of the harmful effects to your body. When Dr. Khaleesi was finished with the brief exam, she sighs softly and lays a hand on your shoulder.

“I know why you’re feeling like this, Y/N. And before I tell you, I want you to know that I am here if you ever need advice on how to do this, okay?” She tells you in a reassuring and motherly tone.

“Just tell me,” you whispered, voice cracking as you strong to keep a strong front. But with every second, it slowly disappeared, revealing a vulnerable and terrified woman in front of the doctor. “Please…”

Dr. Khaleesi sighed quietly and licked her red lipstick stained lips. “You’re… pregnant. Presumably one month pregnant.”

If you were standing, you were sure you would’ve dropped to your knees. Your mouth dropped open, trying desperately to form words, but all that came out was a weak squeak. Tears lined your waterline as you shook your head in disbelief.

“N-No, that’s… that’s fucking impossible,” you frantically said, shaking your head even more as you hastily stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. Your hands went to your hair as you paced back and forth. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my, God,” you whispered to yourself, muffling a sob with the back of your hand. “I.. he’s been talking ab-about having kids for-for so long and…” your voice shook between every word. “We’re both so young!”

“We have options, Y/N,” Dr. Khaleesi gently told you as to not scare you if she rose her voice to speak over yours. “There’s abortion-”

“No!” You shouted. “That… That is out of the question. I-I need to talk to him. I need to see where his head is at first, and-and then I can talk to you about… options,” you whispered the last word. You are pro-choice, but you know deep in your heart that you couldn’t terminate this pregnancy. If Grayson thought the opposite, you’re not sure what would happen next.

“Would you like me to schedule your next appointment in one week?” Dr. Khaleesi quietly asks you as she notices the mental battle you’re currently having. “That way you have plenty of time to discuss what you both think, okay?”

You hesitatingly nod and look over at her with an expression that nearly broke her gentle heart. “I-I’m scared, Daksha.”

At the sound of her name exiting your lips, she immediately crosses over and pulls you into a hug. She understands that this may be unprofessional to her bosses and what other patients may see as inappropriate, but she would never let a terrified woman feel alone.

“You are going to be okay, child,” she tells you quietly, one hand wrapped around your shoulders as the other lightly pats the back of your head. “Whatever you decide, I will help you along the way, okay? Do not forget that.”

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My Only Sunshine

Part 3

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

JHS x Poc Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 4k

There was no doubt that Hobi was stressed, Y/N could see if, even if he didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. You knew the next couple of months would start to take a toll on him, especially since their tour was cancelled due to the current pandemic situation but they still had to make videos and be careful at the same time. Y/N had been in the studio as well, since being a dance instructor had no breaks, but it was okay since it gave you something to do. For the first few months, they were spent indoors with Hoseok and since they could spend more time than usual with each other, there wasn’t a day that went by that didn’t involve them tangled up in the bed sheets. The honeymoon stage was far from over.

After stepping out of the shower, Y/N got dressed in something more comfortable, grey sweatpants and a tank top. You had already taken Mickey out for his nightly walk around town and he was now curled up in the living room on the couch. Walking out of the bedroom after pulling on some warm fuzzy socks, you made her way into the kitchen to cook something. Being in quarantine really made you have more of an appetite. Y/N snacked a lot but Hobi never said anything about it as long as you were happy. Yeah, you did gain a few pounds but then again who didn’t, right?

Opening the fridge, you twirled the ruby ring Hoseok gifted you on your left ring finger months ago, trying to figure out what to cook up before Hobi came home. Deciding on some soft tofu stew, you grabbed the ingredients from around the kitchen to get started. There were a few times this month that Y/N wasn’t feeling too good, so you did get some blood work done and got a checkup just to make sure everything was okay. They were supposed to email you any day now with her results but it was most likely low blood sugar.

Halfway through cooking, your phone buzzed on the counter right when you were adding the veggies to the boiling pot. Wiping your hands on a towel, you checked your phone while the front door passcode was being punched in. Reading over her email, she looked up to see Hobi, taking off his shoes and dropping his bag down by the front door. Uh-oh. From the look on his face, you could tell he wasn’t having the best of days. 

“Food will be done soon, how were rehearsals?” You asked, watching him make his way into the kitchen and kiss her forehead. You already knew the answer but you wanted to make sure he was okay, since he was gone for practice more than usual due to the new schedule. “It was fine. I showered there so I’m just going to change and come back for dinner.” He spoke quietly. You kissed his cheek and stared up at him. “Only five more minutes, okay? You alright?” You asked, tilting her head a little bit. He shrugged and deeply sighed, not wanting to get into right now. You rubbed his back reassuringly, watching him leave from out of the kitchen and turned back to your email to finish reading the rest of your results.

A message you were hoping wasn’t real but it was. “...your results show a 4-5 week pregnancy and would like to advise you to come in some time next week for a follow up appointment with the ob/gyn…” You continued reading before glancing up to make sure Hobi wasn’t coming out yet. “...two fetuses have been located in the uterus which can run as high risk in your career field…” Oh shit. “Fuck…” You breathed out and turned off the stove once everything was finished. Pregnant? Twins?! This was not happening. You knew how it happened but, you were only a year into your marriage, this couldn’t be happening now. It was too early and what would Hobi think? He wasn’t in the best of moods tonight, how were you going to tell him? It did explain the heavy eating and weight gain, and the migraines. Tapping your fingers against the counter, you quickly pulled out two bowls to place the stew in just as Hobi walked back into the kitchen. Setting the bowls down at the table, you grabbed him a Sprite and yourself some water. Sitting down across from him, Y/N watched him take a few bites of food before digging into your own.

You made sure to put some away for his lunch tomorrow and cleaned the kitchen while he grabbed his things from the living room and put dirty clothes into the hamper. You had to tell him, he was your husband and the sooner you told him, the better it would be for both of them to prepare for it. You took her time walking into the room, just to get into the right headspace for this conversation. From the way he was sprawled out on the bed, he was obviously waiting for you to join him. He removed his shirt but still kept his sweatpants on while he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Climbing into bed after closing the room door, Y/N laid down on your back and waited for Hobi to rest his head on your chest and wrap an arm and leg around you.

He sighed into the cleavage of your tank top and rubbed your side, which made you freeze for a second. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, brushing his dark hair from his forehead. “Tough day?” You asked. He hummed in response. “I’ve been working on this mixtape, I feel like I’m missing something from it and it’s been stressing me out is all.” He confessed. You grinned, rubbing her hand up and down his shirtless back. “You’ll find it, you always do.” “Yeah, plus I’m just nervous about this new album you know? We made it during such a difficult time, I just hope the fans love it.” He pulled you closer to him. “Hobi, they love it. I’ve been seeing so many positive responses. It’s exactly what they needed during a time like this. You and the guys are doing fantastic, especially given the circumstances. I’m proud of you and ARMY is proud of you.” He moved his head to look up at you and brought you down to press a kiss against your lips.

Humming against his lips, you sighed as his hands traveled up your back under your shirt as the kiss became heated. He moved on top of you, pushing his tongue past your lips. You moaned and pulled away before looking up at him. “I have to tell you something..” You breathed out, although that didn’t stop him from kissing and sucking on your neck. “Can it wait? I really want you right now, baby.” There it was. The bedroom voice. His menstruations continued, kissing and leaving marks on your neck as you closed her eyes. “Hobi...I’m pregnant.” You whispered. 

His movements stopped, he leaned up and looked into your eyes. “What?” He asked before sitting up completely. Oh God, was he mad? You couldn’t tell. “I-I-I’m pregnant...I was just told today.” You said quietly. His face went blank, almost like his brain was processing what you had just said. “Pregnant? Like with a baby? Really?” He asked. You raised a brow and stared at him. “Um, yes? Like you know, we’ve had sex a million times the past few months-” “Y/N, I know that, it was mind blowing.” He chuckled and looked down at your stomach, sliding your tank top up and pulling off your sweatpants. “A baby huh?” He asked, scratching his head. “Actually...it’s uh, there’s twins…” You chewed on your bottom lip while staring up at him. He blinked a few times. “Aish! Twins?! How are we supposed to raise twins? What if one gets lost or we can’t tell them apart? We’ll never get any sleep, baby! Oh my God, what about sex? Can you even have sex when you’re pregnant?” He climbed off the bed and started pacing the room. You rolled your eyes and watched him. 

At least he wasn’t upset right? Being pregnant was one thing but having two babies? At once? How was that going to work with your schedules already picking back up? You didn’t have any family in Korea. Yeah, Hoseok’s family was the best and very supportive and they loved you but, what would they think? Would they be excited? How would this work with him going on tour next year?

Sitting up and kicking your pants off the rest of the way, you stood up and grabbed his wrist as he walked past you, stopping and turning towards you. “I’m going back to the doctors next week, we’ll figure it out. Can you please lay back down?” You pulled him towards the bed, sitting down until he stood between your legs and brushed his hands over your curls. 

You leaned back, bringing him down with you until you were back in your previous positions. He moved his head down and kissed your stomach. “I can’t believe this is happening. I always thought I wouldn’t have kids but now I’m getting two.” His cheek pressed against your abdomen for a few seconds before you pulled him back up to kiss him.

“I love you.” He pecked your lips a few times before moving down to kiss your neck again. “I love you too, Hobi.” Biting your lip and closing your eyes, you raked your fingers through his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. You could feel his hands traveling down your sides until they reached your thighs, where he grabbed at the flesh and gently slapped.

“You’ve gotta be up in seven hours, you sure?” You hummed into his mouth when he kissed you. He moved his hips until they were grinding into you, pulling a moan from you. “Does that answer your question?” He sat up, grabbing the edge of your panties and sliding them off before doing the same with his pants. He never wore boxers underneath when he was home. He leaned down, capturing your nipple and began sucking on it, doing the same to the other as his fingers rubbed and pinched at the other. 

Licking your lips, another moan slipped past your lips as your back arched into his mouth, your fingers locked into his hair. His lips moved back up your chest until they were connected with yours once again. No matter how many times you’ve had sex with this man in the past couple of months, you never got tired of feeling him inside of you. 

You discovered so many different ways to please each other, what worked and what didn’t and what you both were comfortable with. It was shocking with how much Hoseok was open to, sexually but it only made your sex lives even more pleasurable. He was very handsy, always groping some part of your body which you realized was mostly your thighs and ass. That wasn’t surprising at all since the first time you two ever had sex, he had you on all fours just so he could grab at everything easily; he explained this to you one night.

Tonight, he wanted to look into your eyes. You spread your legs a little wider for him as he positioned his already hard member at your entrance and slid inside of you. You whimpered a little, allowing his tongue to once again tangle with your own as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth, groaning into your mouth. One elbow holding him up while the other one kept your leg on his hip as he thrust into you at a moderate pace. 

You could already feel the knot forming inside of you, begging to snap but another part of you wanted to hold out a little longer for his sake. Burying his face into your neck, his hips picked up pace as he huffed and moaned into the crook of your neck. “Why do you always feel so good huh? Still tight after fucking you everyday.” He nipped at your ear and looked down at you, pressing his forehead against yours.

You couldn’t respond back, your brain too busy registering all of the pleasure he was giving you. You only stared up at him, moaning and holding onto his shoulders as if you’d slip away somehow. Only curses left your lips before latched onto them once again, pressing his body flush against yours and thrust faster, the sound of your skin slapping against each other increasing. 

“Hobi…” You whined, just as your orgasm rushed through your body causing your back to arch into his chest. When he slowed his hips down, you tightened your legs around him and shook his head. “Keep going, please...you’re not finished.” Your words came out slightly slurred, a chuckle coming from him. “I don’t wanna hurt-” “I’m fine, keep going.” You kissed him and closed your eyes as he resumed his speed. 

Legs quivering as they spread apart once again, your moans became louder. When you heard his grunts and moans, you sucked your middle finger into your mouth while looking up at him with half opened eyes, while your other hand reached for something on the nightstand nearby. Opening the cap and biting your lip while grinning up at him. Squeezing the lube out onto your fingers, you tossed the bottle on the bed and moved your hand down to his ass, sliding between his cheek and rubbing at his hole. 

He hissed, biting the side of your neck and groaning as you slowly eased your finger into him and began pumping in and out. “Oh fuck...I’m coming...shit!” He moaned into your ear as you continued twisting and thrusting your finger inside of his ass. Turning your head to the side where he was, you kissed his cheek as his thrusts became sloppy and you felt warmth within you from him emptying his load inside of you. You slowed your movements once he stopped and removed them when he gripped at your waist. 

Once he caught his breath, he sat up and looked down at you, pressing a few kisses to your lips before sitting up and pulling you up with him. “You surprised me with that.” he climbed off the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling you towards the edge before lifting you up and carrying you into the bathroom. Holding onto him, you giggled and kissed the side of his head. “You loved it.” You replied as he set you on your feet in the bathroom. 

He couldn’t lie, the first time you did it he wasn’t sure if he’d like the thought of your finger in his ass just before he came but afterwards? It gave him a natural buzz afterwards, which was much needed after the day he had today. 

Smirking at you, he grabbed a cloth and soaked it with warm water before reaching between your legs to clean you up and then after, himself. You both cleaned up and brushed your teeth before walking back into the bedroom to put everything away and change the sheets. You looked at the clock and gasped. “You sure you’re gonna be okay tomorrow? You won’t be getting much sleep-” “Y/N, I’ll be fine. We’re just doing wardrobe fittings tomorrow anyways. We have a few performances to do in a couple of weeks.” He turned off the light and waited for you to climb under the blanket before slotting himself in behind you and pulling you until your back was against his chest. 

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“And...there they are. Baby A is there and Baby B is right there.” 

The doctor pointed at the screen while holding the wand on your gel covered abdomen. Hoseok sat beside you, smiling wide at the screen as a few tears rolled down his face. You were grateful that he was able to take the day off to come with you to your ultrasound appointment, and he informed the boys after they got some news from one of the other members themselves that same day. At least you knew you weren’t the only two getting busy. 

The tech took a few screenshots of the small fetuses before turning off the monitor and cleaning off your small belly. Hoseok managed to quickly wipe his eyes before kissing the back of your hand. “So, you are definitely 5 weeks along. So during your first trimester, which is different for everyone, you’ll experience some changes in appetite, nausea along with some vomiting, hopefully not…” She laughed to lighten the mood while you sat up and fixed your shirt and put your sweater back on.

It was starting to get extremely cold out and the rain was non-stop for the past week so you didn’t want to risk getting a cold. As the doctor continued to tell you the symptoms, some of which you already experienced, Hoseok helped you into your coat. “I’d say to come back in another month so we can see if we can determine the genders of the babies. Your ultrasound photos should be ready out front, congratulations once again.” She bowed as you did the same, thanking her as you both exited the room and out to the front desk. Hoseok took care of the appointment dates and photos while you stood by the door and waited.

Once you two got into the back of the car, you rested your head on his shoulder and yawned. “Tired?” He asked. You nodded and snuggled closer to him. “I’ve been tired a lot lately, all I wanna do is sleep.” You mumbled. “Hungry? We can stop and get you something to eat?” He suggested but you were already sound asleep and lightly snoring. “Cute.” He whispered and kissed the top of your head.

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“Hey! Am I late?” It had been two months since your doctor's visit. With your new schedule and finding a replacement for your job until you could come back (which Hoseok implied that you didn’t need to work anymore now that you were pregnant and were going to have kids, in which you told him you needed to return after they were a few months old), you barely had time to even catch up with the girls. 

Tae’s wife put together a monthly gathering of just the wives to her art studio so that they could bond better and catch up on their lives as well as order takeout and do some painting. 

“Not at all, we were just ordering some takeout. Anything you want? I know your cravings are different.” Joon’s wife spoke while tapping away at her phone. You glanced over her fingers to still see, no ring on her finger. Eyeing the other girls, they all had the same look on their faces when you met their eyes before clearing your throat. “Bulgogi and japchae. Food has just been making me sick lately but those seem to be the only things I can keep down for now.” 

Taking off your jacket and hanging up on the coat rack near the door, you took off your shoes as well and walked further inside, looking at the new artwork that was put up in place of the ones sold. 

“Wow, look at that belly! Already?” Jimin’s wife smiled, nodding towards your protruding belly. One thing about having twins was that your stomach was going to grow twice as big as a regular pregnant belly. “Yeah, I know. It’s because of the twins so now it’s twice as big.” You rubbed your hand over your cream colored sweater. Yoongi’s wife grinned from where she sat, at her canvas painting an abstract photo. “Did you find out the genders yet?” She asked and you shook your head. “Next week. Hobi’s hoping for two boys.” You laughed while Tae’s wife brought you a cup of hot tea. You thanked her and sat on the couch in the painting room. 

“I hope it’s two girls.” Jin’s wife spoke up, typing her curly hair up into a bun and pulling out a few strands. “Jin said when he comes back and we start having kids he wants all boys too, I hope we all have girls. Well, YoungMi is already here..” She pointed towards Joon’s wife. “But having all girls and having them be daddy’s princess? So cute!” She exclaimed which made you laugh as you took a sip of your tea and hummed.

Having two girls would be nice, but whatever the outcome, you hope they’re healthy and growing as they should. 

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“Let’s see...Baby A...is a girl! Now let’s see Baby B…” The doctor moved the wand around to get a look at the second baby. “This one is being secretive, come on baby...there they are...oh a girl!” She laughed. You wanted to burst out laughing when you saw Hoseok with his jaw practically on the floor. “You owe me those pancakes for a week straight.” You reminded him. He looked at you and kissed your hand. “I was going to make them anyway. As long as they’re healthy I don’t care what we have.” He whispered so only you could hear. 

You continued watching the monitor. The doctor doing the same to get in a few observations. “They are right on top of your bladder, have you been using the bathroom more than usual?” She asked and you nodded. “Way more than usual. About a few times during the night.” You confessed. She nodded. “That’s normal. Try drinking some peppermint tea, they might move around. Other than that you have two healthy girls, they’re growing just the way they should. Of course with you carrying twins, you have to be careful so no heavy lifting or anything that can cause strain on your body. There are some beneficial body butters to use on your tummy while it grows since it’ll stretch a bit more than usual. I’ll see you next month, take care!” She made sure to get a few extra photos of the ultrasound since you realized Hobi liked having them in his wallet and in his bags.

Once you were cleaned off and had your coat back on, you made sure to take care of everything and just wanted to get home to rest. You grabbed food on the way home and once inside you kicked off your shoes and scurried to the bathroom. Hoseok set your food down in the kitchen and took everything out of the bag. Once you finished up in the bathroom and walked back out with your coat in your hand and hung it up, you walked into the kitchen and sat down at the island. 

Hoseok stood behind you and rubbed your shoulders while you ate your food. “My parents called, wanted to know how everything goes when we get back from the appointment. I’m gonna give them some ultrasound photos.” He rubbed the back of your neck, gently massaging it while you ate. You closed your eyes for a moment before nodding. “Definitely. We should do a gender reveal for them and everyone else. It would be fun.” You tilted your head up at him and let him kiss you before turning back to your food.

“You think I’ll be a good mom? What if I mess this up?” You asked. Hobi walked around until he was in front of you and cupped your face in his hands, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Everyone messes up, we’ll be okay. I promise. We’ve got each other and we have help from everyone else so even if we do mess up, they’ll be there to help okay? Don’t beat yourself up.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged you, you doing the same, burying your face in his chest. 

You didn’t have the best relationship with your own mother growing up. Even now, when you told her about the news of your pregnancy, she didn’t seem too thrilled. Replying with an “awesome” and a thumbs up emoji. You cried a lot that night but Hoseok reassured you that she just needed some time to accept it. 

You were going to due your best with your babies and give them everything you didn’t have as a child, especially with Hoseok there with you and the new family you formed here.